The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 第 3 卷Little, Brown, 1862 |
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第 4 頁
... soft , and intense , It was felt like an odour within the sense ; And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest , Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast , Till , fold after fold , to the fainting air The soul of her beauty and ...
... soft , and intense , It was felt like an odour within the sense ; And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest , Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast , Till , fold after fold , to the fainting air The soul of her beauty and ...
第 5 頁
... soft stream did glide and With a motion of sweet sound and radiance . And the sinuous paths of lawn and of moss , Which led through the garden along and across , Some open at once to the sun and the breeze , Some lost among bowers of ...
... soft stream did glide and With a motion of sweet sound and radiance . And the sinuous paths of lawn and of moss , Which led through the garden along and across , Some open at once to the sun and the breeze , Some lost among bowers of ...
第 10 頁
... soft moths that kiss The sweet lips of the flowers , and harm not , did she Make her attendant angels be . And many an antenatal tomb , Where butterflies dream of the life to come , She left clinging round the smooth and dark Edge of ...
... soft moths that kiss The sweet lips of the flowers , and harm not , did she Make her attendant angels be . And many an antenatal tomb , Where butterflies dream of the life to come , She left clinging round the smooth and dark Edge of ...
第 23 頁
... soft influence ; extending its tide From the Andes to Atlas , round mountain and isle , Round sea - birds and wrecks , paved with heaven's azure smile , The wide world of waters is vibrating . Where Is the ship ? On the verge of the ...
... soft influence ; extending its tide From the Andes to Atlas , round mountain and isle , Round sea - birds and wrecks , paved with heaven's azure smile , The wide world of waters is vibrating . Where Is the ship ? On the verge of the ...
第 24 頁
... soft waves into thunder ! the screams And hissings crawl fast o'er the smooth ocean- streams , Each sound like a centipede . Near this com- motion , A blue shark is hanging within the blue ocean , The fin - winged tomb of the victor ...
... soft waves into thunder ! the screams And hissings crawl fast o'er the smooth ocean- streams , Each sound like a centipede . Near this com- motion , A blue shark is hanging within the blue ocean , The fin - winged tomb of the victor ...
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE art thou azure Baubo Bay of Spezia beams beast beautiful beneath boat bosom bowers breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden CHIG CHORUS clouds cold cradle CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead dear death deep delight DEMON divine dream earth eternal eyes faint FAUST fear fire flame transformed fled flowers gentle glorious golden gray green heart heaven Hermes immortal isle Jove JUSTINA kiss leaves LEIGH HUNT Lerici light living melody MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mortal mountains murmuring never night o'er ocean odour Onchestus pale Pisa rain rocks round Serchio shadow Shelley shore SILENUS singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought trembling ULYSSES UNIV veil Via Reggio voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings woods
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第 297 頁 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
第 165 頁 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
第 30 頁 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, — we feel that it is there.
第 29 頁 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
第 167 頁 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. " Thou art become as one of us," they cry, " It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty, Silent alone amid an Heaven of Song. Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng!
第 31 頁 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
第 27 頁 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the Blast.
第 212 頁 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
第 32 頁 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous and clear and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
第 182 頁 - I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost: I love waves, and winds, and storms, Everything almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery.